Chapter 25 Cade #2
I plant a tracker on her phone so I can watch where she goes. Seriously, it’s so easy to do. What’s up with girls like this one and Vi exposing themselves to every half decent creeper hacker on the Internet?
Shaking my head, I start running some basic programs I developed to look inside the spots she visited. I don’t care about the cover names. One’s a dry cleaners, the other a nail salon, and one says it’s a fishing store.
But only one is impossible to hack remotely. The fishing store… And that’s the place it seems Macy visited the most.
Especially at the beginning.
The main training center and the others are what? The real deal? An actual salon and dry cleaners? It looks it.
But try as I might with the fishing store, I can’t get into it.
“What are you doing?” Vi asks, sleepy and warm sounding from behind me.
She’s thrown on one of my shirts, I notice as she approaches.
I shoot her a glace. “I thought there was a rule about naked?”
Violet stares at me and without missing a beat, pulls it off and drops the shirt on the ground as she comes up, pulls my laptop off my lap, and puts it next to me. She slides onto my lap in its stead, and I’m pretty fucking sure she’s the most perfect woman in the world.
“This okay with you?” she asks.
I kiss her nipples. “I could do without the attitude.”
She slips her arms around my neck. “Really?”
“No.” I hug her in, rocking her pussy against my rapidly growing hard on. “I love your attitude.”
Vi’s distracting.
“What are you doing?” She rubs her tits in my face as she grabs something. Then she leans back a little giving me a delightful view as she shows me her phone. “With this?”
I slip a hand down and cup her wet pussy, rubbing her clit with my thumb, reveling in her soft, erotic moan.
I’m so fucking hard, my mind is a blank. “I’m trying to find the training center.”
“What training center?”
Shit. I look her in the eye. “The center they have the girls groomed in. Both in the meaning you’re thinking of and the one where they make sure they act the part.”
“You think they take girls who aren’t into it?”
“Sweet little Vi, I know these kinds of high-end places have groomed girls, groomed trafficked girls. Some they might not realize that’s where they come from,” I say, throwing out a bone I don’t believe in.
Every single person who enters a club or owns one, knows there’s some girl there caught up in the system against her will. Or often, coerced into it.
Why I stick to the singles who come in and never go near the girls who work there.
“But…”
“They can get tipped, but a man never pays them for their time. Maybe…” I breathe out sharply as she shifts, and her pussy rocks against my raging hard on.
I’m almost positive the minx knows exactly what she’s doing, and she’s using herself as a weapon to pump me for information. But I’m not about to tell her anything she shouldn’t know.
So, I grip her hip, holding her in place while she smooths her hands either side of my face, fingers on the arms of my glasses.
“Maybe what, Cade?”
“Maybe the men pay the club. I don’t know. I’ve never asked or looked into it because a girl who works there has never interested me. And if you work that space, I’m warning you, I’ll drag you out kicking and screaming. The best bet is to hack into the training center.”
She rocks on me. “How do you do that? With your magic hacking skills?”
“All interesting information is offline. And I know it’s a shell because the information on the site is so rudimentary it would barely pass a first glance, let alone a second.”
“What does that mean?” she asks.
Damn, she’s fucking difficult to ignore. “It means it’s been designed in a way I have to go in there physically.”
“But…”
“It’s a smart move. They can pass off the total lack of shit online as not being computer savvy, but I can see whoever did this is. So, it means it’s all there on site. To get any access to the systems, I’ll need to connect a USB to one of the servers to provide a point I can access.”
“So, I should do the training, I could do that for you.” She looks at me and kisses me softly, still rocking against my erection.
And I’m flooded by the need to fuck her senseless. Or maybe that’s fuck some sense into her.
“Just to get us that access.”
“No.” I growl and grab her throat with my hand. Hard enough to show who’s in charge but not to hurt.
Then I squeeze just so to cut off her oxygen, and she moans, eyes drifting shut as she rocks against my cock, grinding in, one of her hands trying to loosen mine.
“You’re not going anywhere near that fucking place. End of discussion.”
She’ll actually get raped in there because even if she goes in and decides to have an adventure, something I’m totally against, no one’s going to ask for a safe word. No one’s going to treat her gently.
“End. Of. Discussion.” I squeeze a little tighter and bring her in for a hot, punishing kiss.
When I let her go, letting her breathe again, her eyes gleam.
“And if I disobey you? Then what?”
This isn’t the time for the ugly truths to be spelled out. Instead, I gather her in my arms and carry her into the bedroom.
I dump her on the bed. And then I pull out the ties, making quick work of her hands. And then I pull out a new purchase. A spider gag.
She balks, but I blindfold her and then I put the gag on, her mouth open now, for my pleasure.
And this time, I get some rope, tie her thighs so they’re open and secure them, raising her feet up so all her holes are exposed.
I’m going to fucking come down her throat.
I climb over her on her chest, holding most of my own weight so she’s not crushed, but she can feel me.
I run a finger through the drool that’s pooling from her open mouth and reach back to paint her clit. Then I undo my jeans, dropping them enough they’ll form an added restraint, and I start to feed her my cock through the gag.
I start to fuck her throat. “You’ll be punished like this if you don’t do what you’re told.”
I put my hand on the pillow as I start to slam my cock in and out of her mouth and throat.
She’s got me riled, and I need to cum, it’s an urge beating at me. She gurgles her throat and gag reflex working me, closing over me, squeezing me, and I’m electric, on fire. It flies through my veins, and through my balls that are high and hitting her chin with a satisfying, erotic slap.
I thrust into her hard and then it comes over me, fast. The ache intensifies and then my cock swells and pleasure pours up through me and down into her throat.
I cry out, slamming the pillow with my fist.
When I’ve come, I thrust in a few more times and then pull out.
I get up and strip, looking at her. She’s delectable, an erotic treat, and I’m hard all over again. But this time, I get between her thighs and lick, from her perineum up to her clit, stopping short. I want to torture her.
Slow moves in the world of edging. Then I leave her.
I got her something else in my little drawer of pleasure for Violet. There are a lot of toys. Some we’ve played with, others we haven’t. All washed for use.
I find it. The butt plug. I think I want to fuck her while this is planted firmly inside her.
“You know, I think I’ll get someone else in.” I pause, long enough I might have sent a text. “But first, let me prep you.”
She tries to say something, but she can’t, the gag’s still there.
I take the toy and get back between her thighs.
Now I start to lick her, focusing on her clit, sucking into my mouth as she makes a moaning sound.
I stop and whisper, “So fucking beautiful.”
I then push a finger into that wet heat, and she tries to move, but she really can’t.
It is absolutely fucking beautiful. The fact she’s under my control.
I slowly push the toy against her ass, and she shudders, but I don’t work the silicon in. Yet.
“You know I was going to run a line of dirty talk, tell you how you’re the kind of woman any man would lose his soul over, how you moan like you want to be fucked, hard, in the mud.
Like you need to be taken in public, paraded like the thing you are, my toy.
But I think I’m just going to take you in silence.
And maybe it won’t be me. Maybe it’ll be someone else. ”
I stop and step away, looking at her, the toy on the bed, her pussy red, swollen, ready. Wet.
And then I kiss my way along her thigh, taking the toy and pushing it slowly in her as I lick her pussy, not trying to get her close to coming.
She’s right next door to an orgasm, and I need to be in her when she comes.
It’s a different sort of edging, one of chaos so she can’t try to cheat the system.
I give one last push, and her ass swallows the thick part closing in around the thin bit before the base.
I start to fuck her with it, slow, monitoring her reactions. Then I push it in, and I get between her thighs, and lining up, I plunge into her. Her pussy opening for me, stretching.
She is fucking fire. And she ripples, her pussy contracting.
If she was tight before, she’s unbelievable now, and she makes the smallest grunt.
I still, letting her get used to the invasion in both holes.
She finally relaxes, and I start to thrust.
It’s a zero to a thousand in seconds, and I start to take her hard, slamming in deep, and she makes a screaming sound, her entire body coming hard, but I keep going because I know she’s got more to give and soon I can feel the deeper ripples, the ones that aren’t just her pussy, but seem to come from everywhere.
She’s sucking at my cock, and that ultra tightness is still there and it’s doing things.
The hard but soft silicone on the other side of her pussy is doing me in, and I’m holding on, barely, trying to contain it all, trying to let her come first, but the moment she starts to spasm, almost wrenching my dick off, I’m hit by a wall of pleasure that sweeps through me as I swell and twitch and cum, deep inside her, almost blacking out.
After, I untie her, remove the plug and the gag, and uncover her eyes. I pull the covers around us and hold her close, kissing her beautiful face.
She holds me, her eyes glazed as she floats, still lost in the moment. When she comes down I’ll bathe her, feed her water. And then I’ll hold her all night, but first? I’m just going to stay here, holding her.
I brush my mouth against her temple. “Mine. No one else’s but mine.”